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Lab Escape

Anne GMay 3, 2020

Lab Escape written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Lab escape travels tread COVID-19 reared its head Poisoned droplets human fed Corona Virus pandemic...

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Notebook

Tylia FloresApril 6, 2020

Notebook written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 staring down at my blank sheet on notebook paper, with my pencil in hand, getting ready to write...

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The Tough Ones

Parivash GFebruary 20, 2020

The Tough Ones written by: Parivash G Here is the truth of the matter: in the morning I will say I am tired of this life. You wake for the day ...

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Gold Mind

Illustrious Da PoetFebruary 6, 2020

Gold Mind written by: Illustrious Da Poet Dig through the abysmal you will find something unique You’ll find her somewhere in a dwelling where the ra...

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Watching You Sleep

Jenny MiddletonJanuary 16, 2020

Watching You Sleep written by: Jenny Middleton Sometimes I watch you sleep, Your mind deserted of day And its immutable rationales Your eye lashes ...

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Alpha and Omega

Gosha KulisiewiczJanuary 12, 2020

Alpha and Omega written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal Taking away nothing from me you left me bone-less nothingn...

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Time For Cake

Tess M ShepherdJanuary 11, 2020

Time For Cake written by: Tess M Shepherd The key jammed in the frozen lock. Again. A daily struggle in mittens, with the outside light, still unfixed...

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Rambunctious Rhapsody

Haaris Ali WaqasDecember 3, 2019

Rambunctious Rhapsody written by: Haaris Ali Waqas Set free my fervid gaze, Strain my passions from evil; For, melancholy deserts me in a haze To...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Jailbreak

Robyn MacKinnonNovember 17, 2019

Jailbreak written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat broke out of jail going to go make coffee Ok. I'm done folks ...

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Le Chapelet Des Jours

Claude SeguyNovember 13, 2019

Le Chapelet Des Jours written by: Claude Seguy Les minutes s’égrainent en dévorant les heures Qui rongent les années, qui deviennent souvenirs. L’om...

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Fright Night Out On The Town

Ivanka FearOctober 27, 2019

Fright Night Out On The Town written by: Ivanka Fear Dressed to kill, makeup perfected, clock strikes six, down our street we tread, crescent moon i...

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Angel of Death

Sandra NguyenOctober 14, 2019

Angel of Death written by: Sandra Nguyen In darkness I stand crying, weeping calling out your name Who stopped the music and killed the birds and...

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Referral

Chloe GilholyOctober 9, 2019

Referral written by: Chloe Gilholy @Chloboshoka You’ve got to be told; you’ll never understand! Don’t reach out! Don’t you dare touch my hand. ...

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Social Media…

Phill SlaterOctober 8, 2019

Social Media... written by: Phill Slater I find social media guilty. Of crimes against humanity. It has stolen old fashioned creativity. Manufactur...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...